Viper
Hand in hand we waltzed into the common room, my chin held high, daring someone to question my choice of a female. I meant what I told Oz. Every single cyborg here would be lucky to have her on their arm. To know what she looks like when she falls apart on their fingers. My pants tightened, my cock plumping beneath the fabric.
My programming couldn’t stop replaying what had happened. It was on a constant loop, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the desire to drag Oz back to my quarters for round two.
You got it bad, Technology Model.I totally did. I hadn’t even cared about the mess. Making it when you were enjoying yourself seemed to be key. I wasn’t a Science Model, but I knew I would need many…many…many more rounds to reach a definite conclusion.
The sound of a plate crashing to the floor caught my attention. On instinct, I pushed Oz behind me, protecting her with my frame.
“You should have left your plaything at home, Viper.”
I growled, my visual systems seeking out the cyborg who had dared to insult my female.
Fuse was a Military Model with a bad attitude. He had been one of the cyborgs I had helped Reaper rescue. After hacking a few systems, I had discovered a rich collector had been paying massive amounts of credits for fully functional cyborg models. According to his encrypted messages, he had been working on obtaining a complete set. He wanted one of each model type for his showroom.
At the time, Fuse had been his latest acquisition. He planned to add him to his collection that already housed one Service model and one Technology Model. The day we rescued Fuse from his fate as a display piece, we also managed to storm the underground storage bunker and free the others from the collector’s prison. Torque and Hester were the other two cyborgs Reaper, Acer, and I rescued that day.
Torque and Hester refuse to talk about what happened before they were saved. Fuse remained angry at the world, and everything in it. He rarely comes out of his room and when he does, everybody gives him a wide berth. Even Iris and Marley avoid him-so that’s saying something. I highly doubt he will ever get his own Beanie Baby. He would probably rip its head off.
Rising to his feet, he crossed his arms over his chest, his lips twisted into a sneer. “Tell me, do you have to spray her with sanitizer first before you touch her? Or do you have to pretend she’s Marley?”
A bunch of shocked gasps came from the surrounding tables. But it was Oz’s sharp inhale of breath beside me that clouded my vision in a sea of red.
Letting go of her hand, I moved at cyborg speed, knocking him backwards and planting my boot against his throat. Let me tell you a secret. Military Models are big and strong, but me? I am fucking fast.
I also happen to know every single code to disable a cyborg in seconds.
The Global Allegiance hadn’t wanted me to only hack outside systems.
I could make this fucker wipe his processors, turning him into nothing but a shiny toaster if I wanted to. Most cyborgs knew better than to fuck with me. It appeared Fuse must have not gotten the message, or he had a death wish.
Struggling against my hold, he fought to free himself, and with his size, eventually it would work. “Keep fighting and I’ll hack your fucking systems and make you wipe your own goddamn processors!”
“He can do it, too,” a voice added from behind me. “Viper is the scariest mother fucker I have ever seen when he wants to be.”
Fuse froze beneath my boot, his eyes wide. Now I had his attention.
Or should I say, Acer did.
Acer strolled over, his half metallic arms crossed over his chest, the corner of his mouth tipped up into a smirk. “Good thing he only uses his powers for good, huh?” He shrugged. “Though maybe not today.” He leaned down, putting his unfinished face right in front of Fuse’s line of sight. “And I won’t stop him, Military Model. Not only did you insult his female, youinsulted mineby implying she would even star in this one’s fantasies!” Acer growled low, waving a hand over himself. “My Marley would never want any other cyborg when she has all this at home.”
“Marley is a lucky girl,” Oz declared as she strode over, flashing Acer a smile before glaring down at Fuse. “You are kind of an asshole, aren’t you?” She crouched down, giving Fuse a once over then rolling her eyes. “Not so big and bad now, are you?”
Fuse attempted to let out a growl, but I shifted my weight, pressing my boot harder to his throat in a warning. His lips slammed shut.
“Listen up, asshat. I’m sure Marley is a great girl. I mean, she bagged this hot, badass cyborg,” she pointed a finger at Acer and the damn idiot grinned. “But trust me, my cyborg never has to pretend I’m her.” She stood, placing herself in front of my frame to run a hand down my chest and I shuddered. That simple touch sparked a rush of pleasure through my systems.
Her gaze met mine. “Viper knows exactly who is touching him.” A wicked smile turned up the corners of her mouth. Sliding her hand down lower, she cupped my cock, giving it a playful squeeze. “And helovesit.”
I froze. Did she just…had my female…my processors struggled to catch up, but my body had gotten the message. My cock hardened instantly within the confines of my pants.
“Ugh, put that thing away, Technology Model.” Acer groaned while Fuse let out an unhappy growl. I had totally forgotten about the Military Model under my boot. Focusing my gaze on his face, I adjusted my pants and winked, enjoying the way he scowled. “It’s true. I do.” Snatching my female around her waist, I lifted her to my eager mouth, kissing her hard.
Gasps sounded from all around us. None of my fellow cyborgs were used to me willingly initiating physical contact of any kind. They better get used to it. I planned to initiate a lot more now that I found my female. But I did not intend to ravish her in front of them. Oz’s beautiful body was for my eyes only, so I willed myself to control my reactions, forcing my body to stand down.
Something hard tapped my boot. “Can I get up yet? Watching you be groped by your female and lock lips with her is making my stomach turn.”
Looking down, I saw Fuse’s lips pressed into a thin, gray line, his eyebrows drawn together. “Apologize,” I growled.